Red is the colour of my heart

Sometimes blissful sometimes shattered

Fog is the form of my mind

Sometimes hazy sometimes clear

Lost is the state of my soul

Sometimes happy sometimes sad

Poison is consuming me

Sometime I get tired but I am fighting

Lightning gale of hope shines in my eyes

Sometimes hiding sometimes shinning

I stay wondering n poking these lines in my hands

Sometimes doubtful sometimes assured

Every tickling second reduces life for u

Oh Romi! What a paradox it is.